Bella Belle

Seems you care for the charming belle
The blonde with the naked neckline
Won’t you care for her well
She once was a true love of mine

Tell me, does she still like to draw
Flowers broken on their stem?
Does her focus remain so strong
Not even the birds can be let in?

How quick she was to redden and turn
From the camera to catch her face
How lucky was I to feel, to stand
On the bubble of Time’s place

Sure, I still think of her
Her touch and her subtle ways
If you’re kind and tender
She’ll treat you to something for all your days

So it seems you care for the charming belle
The blonde with the naked neckline
I hope you care for her well
For she once was a true love of mine